sábado, 6 de julio de 2013

Passing afternoon :)

There are names across the sea, only now I do believe
Sometimes, with the windows closed, she'll sit and think of me
But she'll mend his tattered clothes and they'll kiss as if they know
A baby sleeps in all our bones, so scared to be alone

Poesía hecha canción... es puro arte :)

1 comentario:

  1. espero estes muy bien hermosa, ya no se nada de ti un abrazo y bonito fin de semana :)